The Sins Of A Father

Chapter Twelve: Horrible Taste


“…So rest assured, Mr. Leiwong, you will win this case!” I finished off my sentence with a sip of my brandy.

It was now quarter to one in the morning. Malfoy, Leiwong, and I had been discussing this-might I personal add-pointless case. There was nothing to really to talk about; we had all of the proof that we needed and the documents that showed that Leiwong was the sole founder trademark of most of his companies, and that Mr. Chang, now his ex-partner, had only the right to own half of the last few companies by buying it along with his (ex)partner, and only owning 30 percent of the entire stock hold, which Leiwong owned 51 percent of. Clever man.

So it was up to Chang to scrap up all of his pennies lying around to buy out, not only Leiwong, but also the other 19 percent to completely own the companies.

That outcome was VERY unlikely since his assets would not be able to even dent the price of the stock, but Leiwong could very well buy out Chang, but he wished to get a hold of the stock free with his grubby little paws. It’s very pathetic, what money can very well do to humans. Greed is such an ugly characteristic.

“Ah, see? What did I tell you Mr. Leiwong? If Severus has no doubts, then we should not burden ourselves with these doubts!”

The 5’6 Japanese man gulped down another shot of vodka, his beady, little eyes narrowing at the comment. He was bald, except for hair around the sides of his head. A noticeable beer belly was bursting out of his buttoned up suit. You could very well see the white shirt from where his buttons were straining for release. “But YOU, Lucius, will be attending the courts; not HIM.” He nodded in my direction. I leaned back and sipped at my brandy once again. His English accent was surprisingly good, particularly more impressive since he had indulged more drinks than us.

Lucius looked like he had swallowed something unpleasant. I secretly hoped it was his ego, but Malfoy’s expression soon changed into a completely disgusting fake cheery look and it did not do him well. He looked more like he was constipated, if you ask me. “Sir, you should trust me by now after…How long? Nearly five years? You should know that I would never THINK of letting you down in the slightest! I have not done so so far. I would not dare to begin now!”

I was more intrigued by the sweat drop forming on top of Lucius’s eyebrow than the reply.

The Asian man set down his drink and paid his full attention to his lawyer.

Even though the background of the bar was very noisy with the other occupants and the techno music, to me, I could only hear the silence and feel the tension at the table and I was beginning to feel sorry for Malfoy.

Beginning to, not enough to actually feel sorry for him.

Soon, the tension broke when the small man laughed. Loudly. His drunkenness was FINALY beginning to show. “I know, Lucius! I wanted to know what your reply would be! If you say I should not worry, then by Buddhist himself, I won’t! Drink up! My grandmother could drink more in her sleep!”

I was tempted to reply, ‘Is that something to be proud of?’.

After that, it was just boring banter that flowed between the other two. I, for one, just could not help feeling time slow down, and my mind finding itself thinking about my little raven. It was getting incredibly late, and I just hoped that Harry was sleeping well, wondering if he was warm, safe, and sound. I did hate my job a few times in my life. and this was one of those times. I could not help but feel that I was failing to be a father to my children and a husband to my wife. I tried to be with them more often when I possibly could, but it was never enough for me.

I know how a person can feel when their parents are not there all too much. I did not want to make the same mistake as my ‘parents’, if you could call them that, that is.

“Are there any rent boys here, Malfoy? I do wish to end this night pleasantly…” Leiwong was looking around the bar, as if he was deciding which one of its occupants to rent.

Disgusting. I had to make sure no vile look was showing on my face.

I heard an awful lot about those types of nights that happened quite frequently in Japan, ’specially among businessmen. Most of the prostitutes could be as young as 12, or even younger…

Portraying Jimmy in that position, I wanted to punch the man across the table from me.

Absolutely disgusting.

“Ah, of course, Mr. Leiwong, this IS London. We should not have to look TOO hard to satisfy your needs, my dear sir…” Malfoy bowed, revealing a smirk that made his icy, bluish grey eyes glint.

“That’s very good to hear.” Leiwong turned to face me, then began to pour whisky into my glass. “What about you, Mr. Snape? You have worked very hard for me, so in gratitude for your services, I wish to purchase a rent boy…or girl for you.” He sat back and began to fill his empty glass up.

I had to stop myself from sneering. “No thank you, sir. It’s VERY kind of you to offer, but I’m a married man.”

Here he let out a bark of drunken laughter. “So am I!” He kept on laughing until it died out. “You’re a business man, Snape. You should not be worrying about something as trivial as your wife. It’s…How do you English men say? Only a fuck?”

Not only he was an alcoholic, he was sexist, too. I had to tread carefully-even as I was biting down my anger at the insult towards my wife-or I would probably have fucked up the business relation he had with my uncle’s company. In the corner of my eye, Lucius was frowning. I could possibly suggest even that he had a slightly jealous look gracing his face.

I gave the most apologetic smile I could muster to the Japanese man. “I am terribly sorry, sir, even if I do just fuck, I was planning to do it with…” I braced myself silently. I hated myself for this. “Lucius.” I nodded at his direction.

Oh, for a camera.

Malfoy looked like an absolute idiot then. His eyes looked like they belonged to some sort of an insect, but soon that look changed into a predator‘s look. I just hoped that he did not take my comment seriously. I just needed an excuse to really save Riddle’s and HIS arse by keeping this client with us, and trying not to offend him in any way, and I needed Lucius to help me so that the foreign man would believe me in some way.

“Oh, I did not know…” And the man did not believe me. He looked like the word definition of ‘suspicious‘.

I inwardly sighed and moved closer to Malfoy, and took hold of his hand like the lover I had to act like, and. I placed a kiss on his perfectly sculptured hand. It was so…feminine.

“Sorry for not telling you, sir; we keep it quiet,” Lucius replied smoothly, moving so close that he was practically sitting in my lap.

He was going to make the most of it, but at least our client looked as if he believed us.

That look soon turned into a slightly lusty arousal. He took a sip of his glass, still peering at us with his eyes. “Do not worry. I completely understand…” He smirked and peered at Malfoy. “And here I thought, Lucius, that you were after my heart.”

Urgh…That’s all I could think of in my delicate mind.

Lucius most certainly noticed the look the Asian man was showing, so he decided to play a little more with me, but the difference between him and me was that I didn’t want him anywhere near me. But alas, I dug up my grave by not offending the client, so I laid in it by suffering at the hands of the Malfoy.

Literally.

Lucius traced his free hand along my jaw, cupping it in a certain angle. He seductively said, “Why sir, do you not like my choice of men?” He pressed a kiss on the side of my lips. I had to try my very best not to vomit so hard that you would able to see what I had had for dinner the night before.

The client began to chuckle heartily. “Of course not, Lucius, I have no problems of the choice…” Here he turned his disgustingly drunken, lusted eyes on me. “It’s a shame that you are not younger, Mr. Snape, or I might just be after you…”

Thank my lucky stars I was old by then…

Malfoy growled, dare I say, playfully at the Japanese man. “Hands off, sir, he’s mine...” Here he winked and turned to face me.

My last thought was “OH GOD” when I closed my eyes.

I could not believe he had the balls to fucking kiss me! Well, to be more precise, Frenching me! I could not very well push him away, since I was in far too deep in this little problem, and also I very well did NOT want to engage this…URGH.

I took hold of Lucius’s head and made the kiss convincing for our voyeur. I could hear his laughter full of amusement. I made sure that this act was as convincing as far as went the kiss, and I definitely made sure that it did not last more than 10 seconds. Turning my head around so that Leiwong just could only see the back of my head and not our faces, I broke the kiss and glared hard at him, making him damn well sure that I WOULD hurt him if touched me like that again.

The bastard had the nerve to just grin at me and lightly lick my lips.

I clenched my jaw so hard that I felt it click. I turned back and away from Malfoy, and faced Leiwong. I gave him a smile. “Pardon me, sir, do you have the time?” Like I didn’t own a watch. I just had to make an excuse to leave before I actually hurt the man next to me.

His amusement was oozing out of his flushed face. He turn to his watch to give the time. “It’s now 2:40…Anything wrong?” He went back to face me again.

I allowed a fake annoyed look to show on my face, and a little groan came out of my throat. I started to gather my things. “I’m terribly sorry, sir, but I must take my leave. I have a day booked full of meetings and the earliest is 7:30.”

“It is alright, Mr. Snape, it has been a pleasure to have met you!” He stood up to offer his hand.

Once I had finished gathering my belongings, I turned to shake his hand firmly. “The pleasure is all mine, sir. And rest assured, Mr. Leiwong, that your case will go as smoothly as planned.” I looked to see Lucius lounging in the booth calmly. I nodded. “I’ll see you at work, Lucius.”

He blew a kiss at me! He was really asking for a thump! “Goodnight, Severus. Try not dream about me too much…”

I growled in annoyance. Leiwong took it the wrong way, as if I was sexually frustrated, and started to laugh once again. “Goodnight, gentlemen.”

I walked off.

Once I set a foot outside, I spat out the horrible taste that was left in my mouth onto the pavement.